“Come play out in the sunshine.” I once said to myself
but then I knew I couldn’t reach my heart up on the shelf.
It’s up there for safekeeping; but it’s also out of reach;
it’s hidden to protect it from my lifestyles constant screech.
I knew that I might need it one day when I was old
when life had sapped my energy and left my blood run cold.
So I stored it for safekeeping, protected from life’s pain;
knowing that the world around would drive my heart insane.
Today I gaze up at it, bewilded and in despair
because down here without it, I simply do not care.
Away back in my younger day when I still had my heart
I marvelled at the beauty that is life’s work of art.
But nowadays I just sit here and look up at the shelf
and wonder how to get there so I can help myself.